First Love

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"I am not messing with you." The boy said getting impatient. 

"You are messing with something of mine, and I don't like it," Suga said.

The boy looked at me and then back at Suga. "Are you her boyfriend?"

"Step away from her before you regret it." Suga threatened, ignoring his question.

"If you are not her boyfriend then why do you care?" The boy raised his brows. Shit, if he kept talking he won't be able to talk in the future.

"I said. Step. Away. From. Her." Suga said through his teeth. 

The boy became uneasy but didn't step away. He was egoistic. "I won't." He denied.

That was all it took to break Suga's control. He walked over to the boy and caught his cooler, pushing him away. Fear was visible on the boy's face as he tried to push Suga's hands away. Before Suga could punch him I thought better and stopped him. 

"Yoongi, release him," I said. Suga didn't look at me but froze with his fist in the air. "Yoongi, please." I placed my hand on his shoulder. I didn't want to make a scene in the store and never be able to come back to buy stuff. 

Suga dropped his hand and relaxed. "If I ever see you again, I'll break every bone in your body." He pushed the boy away. The boy scurried away before I could blink. When Suga turned to me his anger was gone and his eyes were full of worry. "Are you okay? What did he do? Did he touch you? Did he try to do anything? Are you hurt?" He cupped my cheek.

"I'm fine." I gently removed his hand from my face and started walking with the trolly.

"Why didn't you call for me?" Suga asked, walking beside me.

"I could have handled him myself." 

"Really?" He laughed. "What would you have done?"

"Punch him until he swore not to touch another girl." I ignored his laughing.

"Just a punch? Your delicate hands aren't capable of punching." He commented. 

"In the morning, you got the taste of a punch from my delicate hands. Was it not enough? Are you asking for more?" I asked in a fake caring voice.

He shut his mouth after making a face at me. I smiled victoriously and bought the rest of the items. Suga was anxious to get me out of the store. If a boy even looked at me he would shoot him a death glare. I was irritated at his overprotectiveness but I let it slide as there was no use in arguing with him. After buying all the things we walked out of the store. Suga was walking quickly, taking long strides. I was unable to match his pace so I had to jog a little. Whenever I slowed he pulled me. He didn't even complain or stop to rest. He was determined to get me away from all the boys. 

We reached my apartment after a quick walk and then I set to work. I was cooking dinner and Suga was sprawled on the couch, watching TV. My phone rang. I looked at it, sitting on the counter. My hands were busy cooking. I couldn't touch my phone with dirty hands so I kept working. It rang again. 

"Will you answer your phone?" Suga turned to look at me. 

"I can't. I am in the middle of cooking." I showed him my hands which were soaked in oil. 

My phone rang for the third time. Suga got up from the couch and put the phone to my ear after answering it. He was standing close to me. I could feel his breath on my neck. I wanted to push him away but I couldn't; he was holding the phone. Even after sensing my uneasiness, he came closer to me. God, he was such an ass. He just needed an excuse to come near me.